Sex 3.0

Time and tone…

“Michael” by Franz Ferdinand (Franz Ferdinand, 2004, CD, Domino)

“Unfinished Sympathy” by Massive Attack (Blue Lines, 1991, CD, Wild Bunch – Virgin)

“Insomnia” by Faithless (Reverence, 1995, CD Cheeky – Arista)

I walked down the wide corridor, past others in the costume of money, of big business, of submission to the system. Ties neat, ties loosened, ties crooked. I wonder if they reflect the person. The double doors to each room are open and to one side an easel with a poster of the lecture taking place.

The Economics of Human Behavior.

Microeconomics and Globalism.

Economic Principles – Learn by Watching Football.

Yeah, they are to die for. After listening to some of these married men talk, I’m surprised there wasn’t a lecture titled ‘How to roll a hundred to sniff coke off a hooker’s ass’.

How in the fuck did I get roped into this shit, I’m still not sure. I walk past a small group, one older man holding council, talking of short sells and social media and energy stocks. I steer clear, afraid the curse that affects them might be contagious. I check my phone again and see Mr. Jacobson has texted again.

How’s the convection?

I type a reply. A big bold lie of a reply.

It’s great!!!

Yep, three whole exclamation points.

The escalators are ahead, and I see more zombies rising as if from a grave. ‘Come, join the others,’ I think as I step on the one descending. Down to the first level and away from the superficial madness.

I have to give the sponsors of this little shindig credit for choosing a fucking nice hotel. Valet service out front, a restaurant that will exceed any taxable expense limit, and more importantly to yours truly, a bar with more whiskeys and bourbons than I knew existed. I step into the polished stone and metal interior and see my reflection everywhere. The floor, the wide stone wrapped columns, and in the polished metal panels suspended above. Jesus this place must have cost a fortune to build out, but at the moment, that is for others to contemplate.

I stroll across the room straight to the bar and see others have done the same as I. Jackets with name tags tossed over the back of chairs while its owner nurses a cocktail. At the bar, it is time for my cocktail to nurse, although nurse is the wrong description of what I’m going to do with the first one. Toss that bitch back and ask for another is more my style.

“Blanton’s…single barrel and on the large rock,” I call out to the bartender.

Without ever appearing to be in a hurry, the bartender quickly sets a nice little glass in front of me. Liquid gold surrounds the large cube of ice and I lift it up, swirling it around just a bit, then knock it back. The whole damn thing in one long swallow. I feel that exquisite burn all the way down. A warmth nothing else can provide. I set the glass down, the cube of ice sitting forlorn in the bottom.

It’s been that kind of long weekend.

“Bartender! Another, please.”

“You hate this convection as much as I, it seems,” came a voice to my right.

I look in the mirror at the person who just stated the obvious. Dark red hair cut short with a darker goatee. But what I really notice is the green eyes. They look like emeralds in the dim light of the bar. I turn to him and can’t help but smile.

“Depends. You still nursing your first drink?”

He looks at me and smiles, shaking his head.

“Number three. I gave up before you,” he replies and I hear the sarcasm, just as thick as my own.

“Smart man,” I reply as I sit on the stool next to him. “If I’d waited much longer to escape, who knows…it might have been too late.”

He laughs and I see his teeth are perfect, except for a small gap between the front two. A little imperfection that makes him seem more real.

“I’m Quinton,” I tell him, holding out my right hand. The manly way to touch another, and for the moment, it’ll have to do.

“Brandon,” he replies as he slips his hand into mine. A gentle tightening and we shake, then turn back to face the wall of mirror and glass shelves and bottles of liquid gold.

“My boss talked me into this when he found out I wanted to come to Atlanta next week,” I told him as I picked up my second cocktail and nodded to the bartender my thanks.

“Next weekend? Are you going to the Pride festival?”

That didn’t take long, and I turn to him and smile.

“Yes I am.”

He doesn’t frown or get up to move away. He smiles, then there is a cock of the head I recognize.

I’m on the tenth floor, but the elevator moves past it, on its way to the thirty-first floor, the floor Brandon is on. We look at each other and grin like schoolboys, guilty of smoking pot behind the gym. The two men in front of us have no idea they are sharing an elevator with heathens about to tear the other’s clothes off. The bell rings out and it is the thirtieth floor. The doors slide open, and the two men step out. When the door closes, we laugh, then kiss quickly, pulling apart just in time, for when the door opens there is a woman with two children waiting. They stand aside and we nod to her as we exit. I see her look at Brandon and smile. ‘He’s mine; get your own,” I think as I follow Brandon down the corridor until we’re at his room. He inserts his keycard, and the little light turns green. Green for enter. Green for go.

I tossed my jacket on the first bed, the one still made up, and took a couple of steps closer to Brandon. Brandon stood at the foot of the other bed with its the covers pulled back to the foot. He began to kick off his shoes and I did the same. He slowly turned and I saw his tie hanging loose from his collar as he was undoing buttons. I followed suite and undid the knot in my tie, slipped it from my collar and tossed it on top of my jacket. Then I began to undo buttons, top down. His shirt fell open, then mine. He was more muscular, pecs beautifully formed. I was leaner, someone who didn’t weight lift, but rode my bike and hiked. I wondered how he would judge my body. He smiled and reached out rubbing over my chest then unexpectedly twisting the right nipple.

“Hey,” I exclaimed stepping back out of his reach.

He laughed making me do the same. Shirts were slipped off, his to the floor and mine on top of my jacket. Then we began to undo our pants. We watched the other as we undid belts, buttons, then tugged zippers down. We looked with longing as everything was worked down legs until we could step out of them.

We stood naked before each other. Cocks hung heavily over sacs showing our initial arousal for each other. There was a hesitancy, each waiting to see what the other would do. But I’m an inpatient bastard when I’m horny and I moved to him. I held him by his narrow waist and turned him until the bed was behind him. I pushed and when the bed hit the back of his legs he went down on his back, bouncing on it. We laughed and he lay back, hands clasped together behind his head.

“Now what?” Brandon taunted.

“Now this,” I replied, going down on my knees between his legs.

As I worked my mouth on his cock, it thickened, grew longer, until I could no longer take all of it. But I did my best, taking much of it, then teasingly, mischievously, tongued the head until Brandon cried out for me to stop.

I rose between his legs, and he sat up. As I moved over his lap, arms came around my waist. The hands were warm against my back as they rubbed up and down. I pushed my own growing erection up his chest. The flared head rubbed over the smooth skin, and I shivered with the feel of it. His hands came down to my ass and held each cheek as I pumped my cock against his chest. I threw my head back and moaned as I pushed upward again feeling the skin become slick with my sudden leaking. I moved through my slick until so aroused I ached for more.

“I want you inside me,” I uttered as I stared into his glassy eyes.

“Yes,” he replied, and I knew he would agree to anything.

I reached back and held his thick cock while easing down to it. I felt it touch me and I rocked my ass over the leaking head feeling him push upward with need. I relaxed my legs allowing my body to descend. My opening resisted, then suddenly gave way for his penetration. I stretched open and took the head. Then I took some of the shaft. Inch by inch, I took more of it, until seated in his lap. I felt it flex in my hole and Brandon at my neck, lips kissing, then teeth nipping at my skin. I moved upward, slowly, feeling the tug outward of my opening. Then I eased back down and felt every goddamn fucking inch slide back inside me. Over and over, I did it. Up, then down, working my tight opening on that cock until I finally loosened to its penetration.

Then I began to fuck myself on it.

I moved with urgency, with need, rising until it nearly slipped free, then descending roughly, burying it back inside me. His arms were around me, fingers grazing my skin as I moved up and down. My wet cock rubbed slickly up his chest. I shivered with the overstimulation. I wrapped my arms around his head and kept moving, up and down. I felt hot exhales against my chest, then lips kiss my skin.

“Fuck, fuck,” I uttered then slowed. My thighs were shaking with my exertions.

Brandon rolled me to my back and he moved between my legs, taking each behind the knee. He spread them and I threw my arms out across the bed, fingers clawing at it. I was spread open, nothing concealed from his stare. He moved closer and I felt his wet cock touch me, then felt it sink back inside my hole. He pushed until I felt the fullness of his penetration, then he began to fuck. The bed rocked with our movement, as cock bore into my depths, then tugged outward. His pace increased until all I could feel was the piston motion of it. In and out so fast I couldn’t discern the two movements, only how it stroked my arousal. I was rock hard and leaking.

I took myself in hand and stroked with Brandon’s rhythm. It was fast and physical, and I stroked my cock the same. He threw his head back and cried out, jamming hips against my ass. He tried to push in deeper, jamming his hips against my ass.

“Take me,” Brandon uttered as he hammered his cock inside me.

Knowing he was coming pushed me over the edge. I slammed my fist down my cock and came. Cum flew from it, spattered across my chest and stomach. I stoked until spent then opened my eyes to see Brandon holding my legs to his chest and breathing hard.

I raked fingers through pooling cum while staring at Brandon. He watched my fingers then looked me in the eye. We laughed.

He let my legs fall on the bed and stood at its foot.

“Let me get some bourbon up here. I could use a cocktail,” he said as he went to the phone to call room service.

“Sounds good,” I replied.

Brandon was looking out the window as I lay on the bed, the covers barely covering me when a knock came to the door. As he crossed the room, he looked at me, smiling.

“Maybe you should cover up,” he uttered.

“Yeah, maybe,” I joked, pushing the sheet down even further, until pubic hair was exposed.

“Room service,” came a voice from the door. Brandon told him to come on in and I could hear the cart roll into the room. The cart came into view then the young man pushing it. I saw the look, a quick glance, then a turn away, then another look, this one longer. I smiled at the guy and saw him grin before looking away to address Brandon.

As he got Brandon’s signature, I sized him up. He was taller than Brandon and so lean his clothes hung on him. But he was cute with his thick hair that hung down to his neck and angular masculine features. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have that tall, long armed, long-legged guy rolling around on the bed.

“Thanks, and…huh…let me know if I can do anything else for you,” the guy stated as he stepped back. He looked over at me on the bed and hesitated.

“Maybe you can; when do you get off work?” Brandon asked coming up behind him, so close I wondered if he was pressing against the guy’s back.

“I…I get off in thirty minutes…or so.”

“Really?” Brandon whispered and I struggled not to laugh.

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you come up after you clock out?” Brandon asked.

“You want me to come back?”

“Yes, we do. Isn’t that right Quinton?”

“Yes, I would love for you to come hang out with us,” I replied.

“Okay, I’ll be back,” the guy uttered as he staggered toward the door.

When the door closed, we busted out laughing as Brandon eased down on the bed.

“Nasty fuck,” he uttered looking back at me.

“Look who’s talking,” I replied as I watched him drag the sheet down my legs exposing my cock.

Brandon was sucking my cock when a knock came to the door. He didn’t bother to put on anything, going to the door naked and erect. I lay back and slowly stroked my wet cock, waiting on our guest.

The guy came into the room wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He stopped at the foot of the bed and watched wide-eyed as I stroked myself.

“You like what you see?” Brandon asked as he came up behind him. This time I knew Brandon was pressed against his back.

“Yes…it’s hot,” the guy uttered.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Noah.”

“Well, Noah, I think you’re overdressed. Don’t you?”

“I agree,” Brandon added, tugging upward on the t-shirt.

Noah raised his arms and let Brandon remove his t-shirt. His lean flat torso came into view.

God, he looked younger than before.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Nineteen…or will be in a month.”

Fuck, he really was a kid, but as Brandon tugged his jeans and boxers down, I saw I was mistaken. He was all man. A thick, heavy hanging cock came into view, and I watched Brandon take it in hand and stroke. It rose up hard, elongating until Brandon’s hand looked small on it.

“Jesus, you’ve got a nice cock.”

Noah blushed, actually fucking blushed, then with a small push by Brandon came to the bed.

“You like to fuck,” I uttered in a low voice as I watched him crawl on the bed.

“Yes,” he whispered as me moved between my raised knees.

I lay back as hands took each leg behind the knee. A gently push and my legs came over my torso, then a push down and each one pressed against my chest. Ass angled up and spread, I was open for his ministration. A touch, then a rub up and down.

“Fuck, don’t tease me so,” I uttered.

He pushed against my loosened opening until sinking into my depths. I clutched at the bed as I felt every fucking inch push into my hole. I moaned, pleasured by the fullness of the penetration.

“Yeah…fuck me,” I uttered.

I felt the tug outward, then a more insistence push inward, and Noah didn’t slow, but kept working his hips, tugging that cock outward, then shoving it back in me. Over and over, that cock piston in my hole until Noah was gasping for breath and his chest was hot against my legs. Then he slowed. He pushed inward, all the way, and ground his hips against my ass. I shivered, then clung to his sweaty torso as he tugged outward then pushed inward again. He kept up this slow pace and it was too much. The tease of it, how it pushed me to the brink, but no further. I wanted to cum, cock flexing between us, but he never allowed me the stimulation to take me to the point of release.

I felt the bed move and suddenly remembered Brandon. Noah pushed inward all the way, then shuddered. I opened my eyes to see his head thrown back, mouth open, groaning and grunting. Then I saw Brandon was behind him and knew Noah was taking his cock.

“Come on Noah, fuck his ass,” Brandon exclaimed.

Noah tugged outward and I knew he was pushing back on Brandon’s cock. He shoved back inside me all the way, and he didn’t stop. He fucked me as he fucked himself. I saw him shudder and moan when tugging cock out of my depths and take on a look of pure bliss as he shoved back in. The bed rocked and the room echoed with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. I watched his expression and the rivulets of sweat trickle from his hairline until dripping into my face. He fucked, and fucked, and I felt the heat of his body against my own. Every contact was slick and hot.

Brandon grabbed Noah by the hair and tugged, pulling him backwards. His torso stretched out above me as he jammed his hips against my ass. An arm around Noah’s neck held him against Brandon’s chest.

“Fuck him,” Brandon uttered.

I raised my legs and watched Brandon take each by the ankle. He spread me then began to fuck. He drove into me harder, faster, until smacking against my ass. He hammered that cock in my insides until my own cock smacked wetly against my stomach. I took it in hand and stroked in rhythm to his urgent pace.

“Come on Noah, let me see you come,” Brandon uttered, then was back to kissing Noah along the neck and around the ear.

Noah thrust cock into my depths until his breathing grew labored. Then he pulled out, stroked his thick hard cock, and shuddered with release. Cum rained down on me, spattering in my face and over my torso. And Noah kept cumming, jerking with each ejaculation. Brandon moaned and I knew he was pushed to the point of release. He bearhugged Noah and shoved into his depths so hard it rocked him forward, then bellowed with his own release.

I was going to stroke off, but suddenly Noah was on me, pushing my hand away. I sat up and watched him take me. Lips tight around my cock, he pushed down until he had nearly every inch, then he began to work those lips up and down. I didn’t last long and threw my head back and pushed upward. His hands cupped my ass and held me as my cock spurt wad after wad into his mouth. Then he nursed me until spent, and I was begging him to stop.

After a quick shower, the three of us crawled into the other bed and snuggled up together. Sleep came easily, and we drifted off.

Sometime during the night, we woke and soon had Noah between us, me pumping cock into his mouth and Brandon pumping cock into his ass. I had to make Noah stop touching himself, not wanting him to get off too soon. Once Brandon and I pumped out another load, I put Noah on his back and rode my ass on his cock until he had done the same.

When morning arrived, I watched Brandon piston cock inside of Noah, my face only inches away. Then I watched Noah ride my cock, using Brandon’s load for lube.

Down below the convention continued for another two days, but neither Brandon nor I attended one more boring ass lectures. We roamed the city, explored restaurants and bars, and spent each night back in Brandon’s room, Noah between us.